Team Manager 1: SWISH!
Chapter 12
EVERYONE WAS EXCITED for the opening of the boys’ basketball season. The JV would play at 6:30 and the varsity at 8:00 Friday. Being a Friday and having had a game the day before, there was no practice for the girls’ team after school. It was time for a deep breath. Dennis went directly home after school, transported by Roberta, Daniella, and Natalie.
“We aren’t going to bother going to the JV game,” Natalie said. “We’ll pick you up at 7:30 and head over then. That will give you time to play with Peg and even read her a bedtime story. But try to get your mom to agree to a midnight curfew. We’ll be at a school event and we’re riding with Daniella and Roberta. They have a midnight curfew. It wouldn’t be fair to make them leave the dance early.” She winked at Dennis and he grinned.
“I’ll play that angle up,” he said. “Mom’s all about being fair to people.” They giggled and slid their hands across the seat to each other. They were very quiet the rest of the way home, perhaps thinking they could avoid being noticed by Natalie’s older sisters.
The varsity played to a spectacular loss. They avoided the mercy rule, but not by much. The strange thing was that they were elated because they hadn’t lost by as much this year as they had last year. Things were looking up.
Dennis observed the managers of both teams in action. He felt his school’s managers didn’t have it together as well as the visitors’. When they left the court at the end of the game, there were still water bottles and towels on the bench. Dennis shook his head and started toward the bench to clean up. Natalie grabbed his arm and pulled him away.
“Not your circus, not your monkeys,” she said.
“It hurts to see it left a mess,” he said. “Look, the visitors’ bench is all clean.”
“Maybe our managers will get yelled at and have to do a better job next time. If you clean it up, the coaches might assume their managers did it. And you don’t want to get into the mode of being expected to clean up their messes. It would be like us tossing our underwear and socks in the laundry bag and expecting you to wash them.” Natalie moved him toward the exit so they could get to the dance in the cafeteria.
“Someone did,” Dennis whispered.
“Really?” Natalie asked. She didn’t sound that surprised. “Well, finders keepers as they say. I guess you have a pair of panties for your collection.”
“What collection?”
“The one you just started,” Natalie laughed. They moved quickly through the hall, holding hands all the way.
“No way,” a voice said behind them. “Are you two really dating?” They turned to face Diane and Judith.
“No, we’re just pretending,” Natalie answered.
“Our parents won’t let us date until we’re sixteen,” Dennis agreed.
“Wow. Can we have a pretend date, Dennis?” Judith asked. “I’ll be an old maid before my parents let me date for real.”
“Let me tell you, sister, turning sixteen means you can date, not that there will actually be anyone who wants to date you. I’ve been sixteen for almost two months and not one date,” Diane complained.
“I bet you could date Dennis sometime,” Natalie said. “He’d have to just pretend to date you because he won’t be sixteen until February.”
“How’d you know that?” Dennis asked as he processed the rest of what she’d said.
“My birthday is exactly one month after yours,” Natalie said.
“Why would I pretend to date Diane? No offense, Diane, I like you and would love to um… pretend to date you. But I’m pretending to date Natalie and I wouldn’t cheat on her.”
“We’re pretending to date, not to go steady,” Natalie said. “That means you can pretend to date anyone you want to. And in February, you could really date someone.” Dennis was confused about the logic for a bit, but he didn’t want to pretend to have a fight, so he didn’t say anything.
The tables were all put away and chairs lined the walls in the cafeteria. A DJ was set up on stage and was getting his playlist together. A wire ran from his laptop computer to the floor socket where access to the PA system was hidden. He had a microphone, too, and tested it to make sure he could be heard. At precisely nine o’clock, he punched a button to start his playlist.
“And, we’re starting tonight’s season opener dance with Walking in the Dark’s newest hit, Save Me,” the DJ announced. “We’ve got a virgin dance floor. Who’s going to take its cherry? Get out there and shake your booty!”
Like most high school dances, it took a while before people started moving to the floor. Then it was packed for the next two hours.
The last half hour of music the DJ played was all slow-tempo songs. Natalie shooed her other friends away and held Dennis tightly as they swayed on the dance floor. Dennis lost himself in the feel of his cheek pressed against her breasts as his cock swelled painfully in his pants. He was sure Natalie must be able to feel it, but she wasn’t letting him back away. He just relaxed and stopped worrying about it. Until he came off the floor and went to get their coats. There was a dark spot on his trousers and they still bulged. He quickly got the coats and held his in front of him.
On the way home, Natalie sat right next to him instead of on the other side of the seat and held his hand all the way home. “This was our second pretend date,” she whispered to him. He nodded.
“I hope we can have another pretend date,” he said. She smiled back and then leaned in very close.
“On our third pretend date, you can pretend to kiss me,” she whispered. Then she backed up a little so she didn’t accidentally pretend to kiss him early.
Dennis squeezed her hand and jumped out of the car to run up his steps. He was fifteen minutes before curfew.
“The runt was there but he had backup,” Harry said as the boys sat around Lee’s house. “I think it was his dad. I’m sure I saw his car drive away the first time I saw him spying. That old dude is a pain in the ass. He’s called Danny at the sheriff’s office every time we even see his bastard.”
“He swings a mean baseball bat. I can’t believe I never even heard him behind me,” Lee said. “I almost had the punk. We need to figure out how to deal with him. Pa thinks we should just use a shotgun and make sure he’s dead this time.”
“Your old man’s so old-school,” Jerry laughed. “Does he ever come in from the still?”
“Why should he? Mom’s a hag. He has everything he needs out there and I bring him groceries.”
“But no electricity? No internet?” Harry asked. He didn’t understand old people.
“I’ve got an idea,” Jerry said.
“That’s dangerous,” Lee snorted.
“Yeah. In fact, deadly,” Jerry responded. “Enders still comes out for a bottle every now and then, right? Why don’t we just lace his bottle with fentanyl? He’ll take a couple of swallows and that’s all she wrote. Suicide from taking pills and high-octane alcohol. Then we can take care of the kid after the old man’s gone.”
“And it will never be associated with you getting hit,” Harry added. “We just need to lay low and not create any fuss until the time’s right. No one would have the least idea he didn’t off himself.”
“Yeah. That would work,” Lee said. “We ought to run it past Tom. We don’t dare have any blowback from Chicago.” The boys agreed.
The first home game for the Angelines was on the Thursday following Thanksgiving. Nobody expected any big deal to be made of it. The boys’ team snubbed them and said nobody was going to watch a bunch of girls play basketball unless they were all naked. That set off a riot of jokes and speculation about what it would be like to watch nude basketball. Whose boobs would be flopping and who you wouldn’t be able to tell was a girl.
Coach was calm and encouraged the girls to ignore the assholes. Of course, one of the boys ‘accidentally’ tripped Leanne Tuesday afternoon. She turned to chase him and twisted her ankle. She sat out practice that day and kept ice on her ankle. It seemed pretty solid by Wednesday when Coach examined it.
“Dennis, bring the tape,” Ardith called. He kept a couple of rolls of athletic tape in his first aid kit and had it available at every practice and every game. He’d never had to open it before. Coach Byers bought tape by the case and each team manager was responsible for keeping stocked. He grabbed a roll and went to kneel beside his coach in front of Leanne. “Have you practiced?” Coach asked.
“Yes, Coach. Peg thinks it’s funny and always wants to leave the tape on and play basketball,” Dennis said.
“Okay. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
“Leanne, please move up a row on the bleachers and put your leg out so the back of your calf rests on the next row. Usually, we’d do this at the end of a bench or table, but this will work. Now flex your foot so your toes point up.” Dennis had studied the videos and practiced taping Peg’s foot several times. He had to stop when she started complaining her ankle hurt so he’d have to tape it. She learned some things way too fast.
He wrapped the tape in a basic figure eight ankle and arch wrap, making sure it was tight and that there were no wrinkles or bulges in the layers. Coach reached over and tested her flexibility when he finished.
“Good job. Put your shoes and socks on, Leanne. Let’s see how you do on court.” She did fine and practice went well. Coach told her to be sure Dennis taped her up before the game the next day and to ice again that night. Everyone headed to the locker room.
“Dennis?” Leanne called.
“I’m out here. What do you need?”
“How do I get this tape off?”
“You should be able to just peel it back. If not, come out here and I have a pair of surgical scissors I can use to get under the edge,” he said. Somehow, he just knew she was going to want help. A few minutes later, she arrived in the hall wearing her jeans and a T-shirt with the tape still on. It was wet. “Um… next time we might want to remove the tape before you shower,” he said picking at a corner. He quickly switched to the flat end scissors and slid them under the edge of the tape as he cut it away.
Suddenly, it seemed that Leanne became ticklish and she started giggling and twitching her foot. Brenda stood by.
“You’ll do anything to get his attention, won’t you?” she said. “Stop playing so we can go home.”
“Aw, Mom,” Leanne whined. “I was just having fun.”
“I could tell,” Brenda said. “Come on, you guys, Let’s get home.”
At the car, Rosie called shotgun and left Leanne and Dennis to get in the back seat. Leanne immediately turned and put her foot up on Dennis.
“Coach said to elevate it,” she whispered. “You could give me a foot rub.”
Dennis wasn’t quite sure what to do, but touching Leanne’s foot and ankle had been nice when he thought about it. He slipped Leanne’s sneaker off and began rubbing her foot. He wasn’t in a very good position to do a deep foot rub, so he just smoothed the tape marks on her foot and ankle. She had really silky skin.
“Dennis,” Brenda said as she turned around in the seat. Rosie’s door was open. “If you can tear yourself away from Miss Tootsie, this is where you guys get off.” Dennis jerked himself back to reality and quickly put Leanne’s sneaker back on her. Then they both jumped out of the car. Brenda waved and drove away. Rosie turned to walk back to her house and Leanne grabbed Dennis.
“Thank you,” she said. She put a kiss on his cheek. “You don’t need to pretend to date me to give me a kiss now and then.” She turned and skipped across the street. Dennis watched her before walking up his own steps.
The team got to the locker room half an hour before the start of warmups on Thursday. The girls were all excited about playing on their home court.
“Dennis, don’t forget I need my ankle taped,” Leanne called from the locker room.
“Come out when you’re ready,” he called back.
“We’re all decent. You can come in,” Brenda called.
Dennis picked up his supplies and went into the locker room. Leanne was sitting at the end of the bench with her foot hanging over the end like he’d said to. She had her shorts on but was barefoot and in her sports bra. He looked up. All the girls were in just their sports bras as they talked and got ready for the game.
“You said you were all decent,” he squeaked.
“We are,” Brenda said. “You’ve seen us all in our sports bras before. They cover more than most of our swim suits. Relax.”
Relaxing was the last thing on Dennis’s mind. He could even see the little bumps under Amy’s bra pushing forward. He tried to focus on Leanne without staring at her bare tummy and bra-covered tits. Eventually, he managed to get to work and got her taped up securely.
“Um… I have to get to the gym to get the scorers and timekeepers checked in. Coach will be in soon.”
“Do you actually iron our uniforms, Dennis?” Roberta said as she slipped into her jersey. “They’re so neat I don’t want to put it on and wrinkle it until the last minute.”
“I don’t have to. Not if you don’t want me to.”
“Oh, Dennis, we want you to,” Natalie said. “It’s just so nice of you to care how we look when we get out on the court. Thank you.”
“And thanks for the tape job,” Leanne said as she stood and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
“Anytime,” he whispered as he backed out the door.
There were almost as many people in the bleachers on the Home side as there had been for the boys’ varsity game. Mr. Dietz was acting as time-keeper for the game and said the boosters had really gotten out to drum up support. Dennis gave the starting roster to the scorekeepers and made sure the visitors had a rack of basketballs and didn’t need anything else. Then he got his girls lined up and started warmups.
His girls. Yeah, it was Coach’s team, but they were his girls. He made sure they were loose and ready, had plenty of shots, and were prepared to take the floor. He joined the huddle as Coach gave them their final instructions and was just as loud when they all yelled, “Angelines!”
Coach switched things up a bit in the lineup. She had Roberta and Rosie at forward with Natalie at Center. Brenda was the point guard with Amy rounding out the first five. It was clear she was going to rotate players in and out a lot. All the girls pulled their warmups off and got ready. Every girl played in all four quarters. Coach had explained that was important when it came to awarding varsity letters, which were based on the number of quarters a player played in during the season. With a schedule of only ten games or forty quarters, any player had to play in three-quarters of them to qualify.
The visitors played hard and were aggressive under the basket, getting more rebounds than the home team. Coach told Dennis to make a note about rebound practice and then went back to yelling encouragement to her players. Unfortunately, for them, the visitors couldn’t seem to hit a basket. The whole game under the visitor’s basket was played for the rebounds. The Angelines were hitting a good percentage of their shots and were taking twice as many as the visitors. The thirty-five-point continuous clock rule went into effect a minute into the fourth quarter and Coach put ‘the short team’ in to play out the game against the taller opponents. Amy, Judith, Brenda, Diane, and Leanne played most of the quarter.
The teams congratulated each other and the Angelines celebrated their first win for the new team. Coach called everyone into the locker room to give them a pep talk after the game. Dennis got pulled along with everyone else and used the opportunity to go to work on Leanne’s tape. Coach left the locker room and Dennis finished pulling off the tape. He stood up to see his field of vision filled with bras and panties. A step away from him, Brenda and Amy were talking in just their panties with those big and little boobs displayed right there next to each other. Leanne glanced over to where he was looking, saw the girls and quickly pulled off her bra. She bent to give Dennis a quick kiss on the cheek and turn him toward the door.
“Take one more peek before you go,” Leanne whispered. He turned and just stared at her chocolatey breasts with hard dark nipples. Out the corner of his eye, he saw Brenda and Amy wiggling out of their panties. Dennis turned and fled the room.
“So, guess whose panties are in your laundry bag tonight,” Natalie whispered on their way home. Daniella was driving tonight, even though both sets of parents had been at the game. Well, Dennis’s mom was there with Peg. A light snow had started in the afternoon and Will had headed for the depot to wait at his truck. Dennis caught his breath.
“Yours?” he squeaked.
“Nooo. Your new girlfriend’s. She kisses you every time she sees you, managed to get you to feel up her legs, and then flashed her boobs at you,” Natalie said.
“I’m sorry, Natalie. I didn’t mean to look. Or anything else. Please don’t be mad at me,” Dennis pled.
“I’m not, silly. We’re only pretend dating and we aren’t even pretending to go steady. So, I can’t complain too much about Leanne and Brenda and Amy pretending to flash their tits at you. I’ll just have to wait my turn.” She batted her eyelashes at him and glanced down at her chest.
Dennis hardly called staring at those three sets of boobs being flashed. It was more like flaunted. And Natalie’s suggestion that she was waiting her turn to do the same was almost enough to make him hyperventilate. Natalie slid across the seat to sit right up against him and took his hand.
“Are we too much for you?” she whispered. “We’re not trying to be bullies or anything but we thought you’d enjoy getting to be in the girls’ locker room with us. If it makes you feel like you’re being picked on, I’ll tell the girls. We aren’t trying to be mean.”
“It’s…” Dennis started and stopped and started again. “I like it,” he finally whispered. “But I always wanted to be respectful and not get in trouble for looking at you girls. I know you wouldn’t hurt me and I’d never do anything to you.”
“Then relax and enjoy us while we show off. I don’t think any other boy has ever seen Leanne’s or Amy’s boobs before. I’m not sure about Brenda but she’s a lot more reserved than she sometimes acts. Just understand that it took a lot of courage for all three of them to do that and they did it just for you.”
“I don’t know how to thank them,” Dennis sighed.
“Just keep collecting their panties.”
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